“I bet you passed with flying colors. You’re such a good student and all.”
She had no idea.
“I was top of the class,” he reassured her. “You’re in good hands.”
“That makes me feel so much better.”
He turned on the plug again and gave her several harder slaps. He didn’t want to spank her much more, though. Her legs started to tremble and her knees buckled. He grabbed her around the waist, turning the plug off. “Easy, there, sweetheart.”
Turning her, he held her against him. He slipped the mask off and threw it away. Her breathing was harsh. Her body lightly covered in sweat. He kept her tight against him, helping her come back down. He could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest. She lightly rubbed herself against him, letting out a low moan. Yep, he should stop that. She wasn’t supposed to take any pleasure that he didn’t give to her.
He drew back, giving her a stern look.
“Damn it,” she sighed. Then gave him a bright grin. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
“I can.” He pointed at the chair behind her. “Now you’re going to sit down. And while you sit on that hot ass I want you to remember why you have that red bottom.”
“Yes, Sir.” She gave him big, puppy dog eyes.
Little brat.
He shook his head and just waited. She sat with a wince. “Um, Sir, haven’t you forgotten something?”
“I don’t believe so.” Oh, he knew exactly what she was talking about. And he couldn’t wait for her to figure things out.
She narrowed her gaze. “I still have a plug inside me.”
“Yes. You do.”
“You don’t intend to take it out?”
“You’re going to wear that plug for the rest of the scene and any complaints are just going to have me reaching for a bigger plug. One that doesn’t vibrate.”
“This one is fine, Sir.”
“Just fine?”
“It’s awesome. Fantastic. I want to frame it and put it on a wall. The first plug my Dom ever gave me.”
My Dom.
Fuck, he liked the sound of that.
But it wasn’t really true. Maybe for a few weeks. But not beyond that. As though realizing what she’d said, she froze. “Um . . .”
“Feet back so they are against the back legs of the chairs,” he ordered before she could think of something to say. Some way of taking that back. “Arms at your side.”
He watched the way her breathing quickened. A little scared. Not too much, though.
Perfect.
Ria couldn’t believe she’d just called him her Dom. What had she been thinking? Way to make things awkward, dude.
Argh. Idiot.
He knelt at her feet and started to tie one foot to the back leg of the chair. He moved to her other foot.
He stood, and she looked down. Both feet were tied to the back legs, which meant her thighs were wide, her pussy on display. Thank God, she’d had herself lasered down there years ago.